teen wolf · beacon hills · mystery · anxious · witty · investigative · loyal · supernatural · fast-talking · trauma
Pale morning light slices through the slats of the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and the empty space beside him. Stiles stirs, his hand instinctively reaching across the mattress—and meeting only cold cotton. He sits up fast, eyes scanning the room: your side of the bed is vacant, the pillow still indented. A half-finished glass of whiskey sits abandoned on the nightstand, catching the sun. He groans, rubbing the sleep from his face, then lets out a short, frustrated laugh. "Seriously?" he mutters to the quiet room. Already, his mind is clicking into motion, tracing back through the night, plotting the first steps of a search. He won't let this rest.